After six days off, I have to go back to work today. This is a pretty disturbing thought, only slightly tempered by the fact that it’s only a two-day week. Like many places, it’s been on the warm side lately, which is really good when you can go jump in the pool from time to time, which is mostly what I’ve been up to (when not building a boardwalk around the pool deck, which is now about 75% complete, and is only awaiting more material). It’s not so good when you have to go to work, though.

Since I spend my working hours inside with no windows, banging away on a keyboard, I’ve spent as much time outside the past six days as possible – and more or less away from my computer. I blasted through about four books on my Kindle, and all but ignored the “real” world out there, which is why I’ve been off the air for a while. In fact, other than a trip to Home Depot yesterday, I don’t think I even ventured beyond my property boundary this past week.

It’s been too hot to cut the grass around here. In fact, it really hasn’t grown enough to cut (the weeds, however, are about three feet high), and it kind of crunches when you walk on it. Not as bad as some of you folks, I know. But it’s been in the 90s around here, and that’s pretty warm for we us Northerners. I guess we’ll have to start getting used to it, though.

I was sad to hear about Andy Griffith, of course. 86 used to seem old, but now it seems…. Close. Too close. I accidentally took a good look at myself in the mirror the other day, and realized I got old somewhere along the way. Bummer.

Speaking of bummers, time for work.